Hey there! Sorry I didn't post this earlier, but my document manager was being stupid again, so I couldn't post anything. This gave me a lot of time to write for my stories. Plus, I've been working hard on "A Father's Love."

I also started a new story that may take me awhile to get to called "Rust."

BTW, I plan on finishing "A Father's Love" very soon!

According to my outline, this particular story should end up with about 18 chapters, but I'm not sure, because that's a lot!

I have a sequel planned, but first I will be writing a prequel! I'm not quite so sure what the prequel's title will be, but it will be ROTS timeframe. I've already begun planning it! And I don't believe in spoilers, so that's all I'm telling you for now. (Mischievous grin) Feel free to beg for info though, so I can cackle evilly and tell you NO! You'll just have to wait and see. But I'll say one thing...

Suggestions are welcomed!

Before you begin reading, I'd like to publicly thank Mini Trish. Thanks for your continuous support and for offering me some great stuff! Kudos and credit to you for this chapter! I'm dedicating it to you!

May the Force be with you,

Arie

I am aware that in the canon, both Yaddle and Siri would be dead. But Anakin would also be encased in a black respirator suit, Padmé would be dead, and Obi-Wan would be stuck in a hole on Tatooine. This is AU. Don't freak.

Chapter 9

"Lalalalalalala! Lalalalalala! LAAAAALALLLALAAA!" Obi-Wan sang loudly.

Anakin felt like banging his head against the steering yoke. "Obi-Wan...please..."

"Sing louder? Okie dokie, artichokey!" Obi-Wan yelled. "LALALALALALALAA! LALALALALALALALALALALA!"

Anakin sighed and looked at the chronometer. To his relief, he found that they would be arriving at Sola's house very soon.

Padmé was fast asleep next to him, leaving Anakin in awe. She had slept through at least half the ride. The woman deserved a medal!

Obi-Wan stopped singing suddenly as Yoda demanded that Anakin turn on the radio so he would have to listen to him.

"You...you...don't like my singing voice?" Obi-Wan said, almost tearfully.

"Hey, here's a bright idea, Uncle Obi." Luke said. "SHUT UP!"

Obi-Wan looked hurt. "Fine. Nobody loves me...nobody ever loved me..."

Leia turned around. "I love you."

"Aww. Thanks Leia. I love you too."

Anakin called out. "The only reason she loves you is because she is wearing her headphones."

Obi-Wan pouted. "Prove it."

Anakin didn't feel like wasting his breath.

Siri shouted. "I agree with Yoda. How about some tunes?"

Anakin took a glance at Padmé, just as she was waking up. "Well, Angel. Yet again, you've done the impossible."

Padmé smiled sleepily. "I was just really tired. All that dancing wore me out."

"Anakin, turn on the radio already and open the blasted sunroof. It's hot as crap in here!"

Padmé turned around. "Listen up, Jedi boy. No more language like that. There are children here."

"I know that, Padmé, geesh." Obi-Wan scowled.

"Well then please, set an example!"

"He is. A bad one." Siri said with a smile.

"Too true." Anakin said and flipped on the radio. A song began to play.

"Yeah!" Obi-Wan yelled and began to dance in his seat.

Leia took off her headphones and grinned, as Luke reached for his coloring book.

Yoda looked anxious. "Ummmm...Anakin?"

"Yes, Yoda?"

"A question, can I ask you?"

"Don't ask if you can ride on top of my head while I fly, because the answer is NO."

"A good idea, that is, but not what I wanted to ask."

Next to him, Yaddle sipped a...Diet Coke.

"What is it, Yoda?" Anakin asked, somewhat impatiently.

"A restroom, I need. My little green bladder..."

Anakin grimaced. "Okay Yoda. I'll pull over at the next stop."

Obi-Wan continued to boogie gleefully in his place. Siri laughed heartily at his antics.

"Bighead!" Luke grumbled.

Padmé sighed. "Maybe I should have stayed asleep."

A new song began to play.

Padmé sighed aloud. "Oh Force, Obi-Wan if you..."

Too late. Obi-Wan sang happily. "Oh baby when you talk like that...

You make a woman go mad...So be wise and keep on...Reading the signs of my body!"

"Oh dear." Leia said.

Padmé waited for the writer of this story to put in some lame deer joke.

It never came. The writer lost her train of thought and decided to continue on...

Obi-Wan continued. "I'm on tonight...and I have truthful hips, and I'm starting to feel its right..."

Anakin groaned. "Obi-Wan, it's 'Hips Don't Lie'"

Obi-Wan stopped singing, looking indignant. "Well you would know, Anakin. I saw you doing the Shakira dance that one time...you thought no one was looking...but you can't deny it, I SAW YOU!"

Anakin looked confused. "Ummm..."

Obi-Wan turned to Siri. "You see that? He's all bewildered that I caught him!"

Siri rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Obi."

Padmé, meanwhile, had to cover her mouth with her hand as she imagined what Anakin belly dancing like Shakira would look like.

"Obi-Wan...me, you might have seen." Yoda confessed. Yaddle burst into a fit of laughter.

Obi-Wan huffed. "Yeah, I definitely could have mistaken YOU for ANAKIN. You two look SO MUCH ALIKE!"

Anakin turned into the rest stop. "Everyone who is getting out...GO!" He was starting to get a headache again.

Yoda, Yaddle, Padmé, and Siri all got out.

The kids, Anakin, and Obi-Wan remained.

Leia scrambled into Padmé's empty seat next to Anakin. "Hey Daddy...can you teach me to drive?"

Anakin smiled. "You'll have to wait until you are a little older, Princess. But it's pretty simple with this model. You see these two pedals? This one is stop, this one is go."

"Luke moaned. "I thought you just said you weren't going to teach her!"

Anakin decided to take this opportunity to tease his kids. "Well, I'm sorry Luke, but I've changed my mind. I can't help it, Leia's just so cute and irresistible."

Luke scowled. "Leia gets to do everything!"

Anakin shook his head. "Luke, Luke, Luke...how many times must your mother and I say this? We love Leia more."

Leia grinned enthusiastically. "Daddy! Luke doesn't care! He knows you're teasing! So show me!"

Luke added, "Yes. I don't care. Everyone knows that girls can't drive."

Leia stuck out her tongue at him. "Yeah right."

Anakin indicated a small switch. "This one controls your pitch, Leia and you use the yoke here to steer. The stop pedal is your brake and this one is the forward thruster."

Leia looked confused. "Which pedal is which again?"

Anakin pointed at them and said their uses. "Stop. Go. Stop. Go..."

Luke meanwhile decided to give his father the greatest payback his four year old mind could think of. He reached up and began bunny-earring Anakin.

"...Stop. Go. Stop!" Anakin said firmly and turned to Luke. Leia began giggling.

"Luke..." Anakin began. Luke grinned naughtily and Anakin was reminded sickeningly of Padmé during one of her reckless streaks.

"I give up!" Anakin slumped into his seat. Leia smiled at Luke. "Geez, Luke."

Luke replied. "Geez, Leia."

"Shut up!"

"You!"

"I said first!"

"Oh yeah...well...SO WHAT?"

Obi-Wan finally spoke. "KIDS! Both of you shut up please or Uncle Obi's going take a beating to both of you!"

"If anyone takes a beating on the kids, it's me." Anakin said, rubbing his forehead again.

Obi-Wan shrugged. "Fair enough. As long as I get to take care of them."

He pointed at a family of Gungans that were rapidly approaching their ship.

Anakin groaned stridently. "Just when I thought I couldn't be more annoyed..."

Obi-Wan opened a bag and rooted around inside for the Gungan repellant. He found it, shook it up, and placed his finger on the nozzle. "Here goes nothing."

The oldest Gungan tapped on the outside of the ship. Anakin reluctantly opened the cockpit.

"Helwo! Mesa Captain Tacos and deesa me twin kids, Albert and Arthur. Or maybe hesa Arthur and hesa Albert. My forgotten. Anyway, mesa wonderin if yousa know where da big Boss Nass is havin da big Gungan reunion. Wesa lost and can't finda our way dere."

Anakin stared at them. "And why would we know where is was? Do we look like Gungans to yousa?"

Captain Tacos (A.N: I thought Captain Tarpals was Captain Tacos when I first watched TPM.) looked thoughtful. "Well, no not realwee. Dat one dere look a little bit like us doe."

He pointed at Luke. Luke scoffed. "I'm not a Gungan! YOU ARE!"

"Figure that out yourself did you?" Leia asked, with that reflective Anakin roguish grin.

Luke's face reddened.

"Great comeback, genius." Obi-Wan said and casually reached over and pointed the bottle in Captain Tacos' face. "You wanna piece of this, Gungy-boy? Huh?"

He looked terrified and ran away, clutching his twins in each arm.

"Yeah, that's right you better run! Nobody messes with the Obster Kenobster!"

Anakin sighed. "Thank you, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan bowed a little. "Your welcome, oh great Chosen One."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. Then he laughed. "Okay, Negotiator. You negotiated your way out of yet another predicament. Aggressively, I must say."

Leia's eyes brightened. "He went into aggressive negotiations!"

Anakin looked at her curiously. "Who told you about that?"

"Mom."

"Padmé..."

Padmé and others arrived back just in time. Turns out, Yoda had used some spare change to go and buy some more Diet Coke.

Yoda strapped himself into his baby car seat. "Man...refreshing, that was. About to blow up, I was."

"That would have been...messy." Padmé said, leaning into her chair. "So what did we miss? Anything?"

"The usual." Anakin said dryly.

Padmé didn't need to ask. Everyone buckled in and Anakin powered up the ship. Leia, now back in her seat, began playing The Flick Luke and Make Him Mad Game™

Obi-Wan began to sing along to the music as it wafted back into everyone's ears. "If I was a rich girl, nanananananananananananananaNA!"

"Force help us," Anakin said softly.

Padmé smiled at him. "If I remember correctly, Anakin, you used to act the same way. My husband used to be very much like Obi-Wan is now. Whatever happened to that Anakin?"

"He died. Died after severe exposure to irritating instances, random situations, and a Master who seemed to lose his Jedi calm right after I was put on the Council. Either that or he went insane and caught a brutal case of Toxic Idiocy Syndrome and fell into a black hole."

Padmé raised her eyebrows. "Did you just make all that up?"

Anakin nodded.

Padmé sighed and absently twirled one of her fingers upon Anakin's shoulder. "I sometimes miss that Anakin. Will he ever be resurrected?"

"Only time will tell, Angel. But a serious upheaval in my life would have to occur for me to end up..." Anakin paused and pointed at the singing Obi-Wan. "...like that again."

Padmé knew there was a real reason for the loss of Anakin's crazy streak behind the imaginative explanation he had given her, but sighed and didn't question him further.

Obi-Wan continued gleefully as Padmé flipped to a new song. "Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby? You said you'd be coming back this way aaggggaaaiiin..."

"For a guy who said he can't sing, he's singing a lot." Luke remarked, slapping Leia's hand away.

Padme grinned at her son. "It's not so much that he cannot sing, Luke. It's that he cannot sing well."

"I heard that!" Obi-Wan yelled between verses.

Everyone had to laugh.

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A half hour later, Anakin landed the ship in front of Padmé's sister Sola's house.

Sola came running out to greet her sister, pulling her into a warm hug.

"Padmé! It's so wonderful to see you!" she said.

Padmé's face was shining. "You too, Sola. I've missed you so much."

Anakin busied himself with giving the kids...and the adults that accompanied them, and instruction about manners. It would be a true miracle if it made any difference.

Sola's husband Darred and her daughters Ryoo and Pooja soon joined in the circle around Padmé, and her parents, Jobal and Ruwee came out as well, ecstatic to see their daughter.

Anakin and the gang walked over to join the group. Darred and Anakin shook hands and exchanged brotherly pats on the shoulder, Jobal began planting rosy lipstick kisses upon Luke's face and Ruwee squatted down next to Leia, engaging his granddaughter in conversation.

After all the greetings, Ryoo and Pooja took Luke and Leia out into the garden to play, while the adults headed inside.

Obi-Wan and Anakin walked slowly behind the group, planning...something. Those two...always up to something...

Sola whispered into Padmé's ear. "So...little sis, how's Anakin?"

"What do you mean?"

"How is he? And the twins? Is Anakin treating you well?" Sola asked persistently. Padmé recoiled in mock alarm.

"Sola! He's a wonderful husband, and that should be enough to please you!" And then she laughed despite her attempt at appearing offended.

Sola laughed too. "Only the best for my sister. I was only teasing. Anakin is perfect for you, Padmé, it's obvious." She grinned playfully. "Not to mention, he's like chocolate for the eyes."

"Excuse me, Sola." Padmé said, trying to suppress her laughter. "But I believe Darred would be hurt if he heard you say that."

"Oh, my Darred doesn't mind. I sometimes point out random guys and call them hot, it makes him irresistibly jealous. He's adorable when he's jealous. But then, I just kiss him and reassure him that I'll be always with him. He knows he's the only man for me. He's my one and only."

Padmé smiled. "That's really nice, Sola, teasing your husband."

"Oh, like you don't take a couple shots at the Hero with No Fear sometimes?"

Padmé shook her head. "Of course I don't." They both knew she was lying. Padmé could recall many a time when she'd argued with Anakin just to see what he'd do. Both girls cracked up laughing.

Once inside, Jobal hurried over to a pot where vegetables were steaming. Anakin, Obi-Wan, Siri, Yaddle, Ruwee, Darred, and Yoda retreated to watch the holovision until dinner was served.

Padmé graciously offered to help her mother cook.

"Padmé dear, it's been so long. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mom. A little tired, but I am the Chancellor, so I suppose that's appropriate."

Jobal's face crinkled into a smile. "And with those two little twins running around, I'm sure you and Anakin are quite occupied."

Padmé sighed. "Sometimes I wonder how I manage being the Chancellor, and Anakin manages all his work at the Temple, and how we manage the kids all at once, but I really do love Luke and Leia so much, now matter what trouble they get themselves into."

"You'd better get a cage for that Leia, or she'll run off and become Queen of Naboo soon like her mother."

Padmé shook her head. "I wouldn't let her. I know now that I was much too young. Plus, Leia wants to be a Senator and a Jedi. She's quite transfixed by both Anakin and I when we talk about our work."

Ruwee came in and kissed his daughter on the cheek.

Jobal turned to him. "What are you up to?"

"Getting drinks. Your one little green friend asked me to bring him the whole liter of Diet Coke..."

Padmé couldn't hold in her giggles. Soon, she was doubled over in laughter as her parents looked at her curiously.

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A little while later, the family sat down for dinner. Padmé passed the amazing home-cooked Nubian cuisine around the table, and was sure to put extra veggies on her children's plates.

Luke scowled. "But Mom! I already told you I hate vegetables!"

Padmé gave him a stern Senator's look. "Luke Skywalker, you eat those vegetables or I will feed them to you with a baby spoon!"

Luke looked embarrassed and stared sadly at his plate.

Obi-Wan leaned over and whispered, "Hey...psst! Luke, if you want to look like me, eat your vegetables."

Luke looked horrified.

Padmé tapped her fork against her plate impatiently. "Luke..."

Luke protested. "But I don't want a beard!"

Padmé looked confused while Obi-Wan looked offended. "What's wrong with my beard? It's lovely, I'll have you know."

Luke smiled maliciously and began to stick his vegetables in Yoda's ears, atop his head and down his pants. Yoda looked excited.

"Wow! This is what I call celebrity treatment! Usually, have to put, I would my own vegetables in my pants!"

Padmé was aghast. Her family stared, appalled at the behavior.

Padmé's face turned bright red. "Luke, eat your veggies right NOW!"

Luke shrugged. "Why?"

"Because I said so and I'm your mother."

Anakin was trying so hard not to laugh.

Luke frowned. "But WHY?"

Padmé looked at Anakin for help. Anakin pulled together a straight face and said, "Luke, I am your father. Listen to me and eat those vegetables or you'll never become a big strong Jedi such as myself."

Obi-Wan scoffed. "You mean like me!"

Anakin looked him squarely in the eye. "No. Not like you."

Siri had fallen out of her chair laughing, and Yaddle was gazing at Yoda oddly.

Padmé looked very very very embarrassed.

Finally, Luke looked at Yoda and said, "Well, hey. I suppose if I get muscles, they can't be too bad." Then, he whisked a finger into, Yoda's ear. "Bottoms up!" And he ate it.

"Bottoms?" said a veggie-stained Yoda, and he reached for his waistband. "My bottom?"

Anakin stood up and yelled, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Padmé took a time out from being mortified and glanced at Anakin. Did a little of the old Anakin just seep through? But as soon as the silliness had came, it was gone.

Anakin glared at Yoda until Yoda sat back down.

Padmé's mom looked like she was going to faint. Sola looked kind of worried. Ruwee looked...like a train wreck. And Pooja and Ryoo were laughing into their sleeves.

Leia sat, silently eating her dinner and ignoring the rest of the family's antics.

Obi-Wan, in a bout of random hilarity reached over for a taste from inside Yoda's ear.

"Mmmm...tastes like...cherry pie. No...chicken. Or...applesauce?"

"They're vegetables for Force's sake!" Padmé yelled. She was absolutely beside herself and for one of the first times in her life; Padmé had no idea what to do.

It only got worse. Suddenly Leia stood up. Her eyes gleamed with a sudden object mischief and she picked up her plate and hurled it at Luke. It hit him smack in the face; food began dripping down his cheeks and into his eyes.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Yaddle declared, and tossed a piece of cake at Yoda. Yoda retaliated with...a spurt of Diet Coke.

Soon, the dining room had erupted into complete chaos, Padmé standing in the middle of it all.

Anakin laughed as a bunch of fruit just missed him. He threw an entire bowl of soup at Obi-wan in defense, and Obi-wan spluttered as the contents spilled all over him.

"ANAKIN!" Padmé yelled. "A little help?"

Anakin grabbed her and pulled her aside. "What, Angel?"

"What? What? WHAT! You have got to be joking, Anakin Skywalker."

Anakin gazed at the disarray. "Well what am I supposed to do?"

Padmé eyed him coldly. "Aggressive negotiations or you will find yourself in a world of pain, my dear."

Anakin saluted her. "Righto. And by the way, why did you tell Leia about that?"

Padmé sighed. "Can it wait, Master Jedi?"

Anakin shook his head. "Of course." And he stepped right into the pandemonium.

He ignited his lightsaber and said. "Okay. Everyone freeze."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

He jumped on top of the now soiled table. "Look what you've done, people. Or are you not people anymore, but a pack of wild animals? Padmé over here wants a nice relaxing break from work and to see her parents, and you just pile on to her stress with a childish food fight!"

"But we're children, we act childish!" Luke objected.

"Yeah, just like you're Anakin so you act Anakin-ish!" Obi-Wan shouted.

Anakin's face hardened. "You know what? You've really put it into perspective for me."

"Really?" Obi-Wan asked.

"No." Anakin said firmly. "My wife over here does not deserve this kind of behavior. She works hard, very hard, and this is the last thing she needs. It's humiliating! You all should be ashamed!"

Luke looked sorry all of a sudden. "We are. Sorry Mom."

Obi-Wan looked at his boots. "I suppose Anakin's right after all, Padmé doesn't deserve this kind of thing. It was heartless and cruel of us."

Anakin softened a little. "See Padmé, I knew they hadn't lost it completely."

Obi-Wan and the others suddenly picked up any random food item they could find and the naughty smiles returned. Luke looked at his father and laughed.

Anakin's eyes widened. "Uh-oh."

Obi-Wan shouted, "We may not think Padmé deserves such treatment, but you are another story, Anakin."

"Time to take Anakin to the cleaners." Siri yelled, and tossed mashed potatoes into his face.

Padmé muttered, "We will be making a trip to the cleaners indeed."

The others all threw things at Anakin until he was completely soiled.

He wiped potatoes from his eyes and fixed an eerily evil glare upon everyone. "You all are going to wish you hadn't done that." he hissed.

He peered around the room for a long moment, and then burst out laughing. "Oh Force, you should've seen the looks on your faces! It was like I'd turned into a Sith right before your eyes!"

He then began scooping food off his clothing and laughing as he threw it back at them.

The ruckus continued.

Then Yoda slipped on a pile of pudding and accidentally sent an entire apple pie into Jobal's face. Everyone froze.

Jobal laughed out loud and licked pie from her lips. "Wow, Sola! This pie is awesome!"

With that, everyone continued the flinging of food items. Even Ruwee and Sola joined in.

Padmé sighed. "What a lovely dinner!" And she ran right into the midst of the flying food, chucking a dish of chopped pineapple at Anakin.

Anakin laughed as it slopped down his shoulder, then evened the score with some chocolate pudding.

It landed with a splat right on Padmé's face and she froze.

Anakin came over, breathless. "I'll get that milady."

And he began passionately kissing Padmé in the middle of the food fight, eating the pudding right off her face.

"That's just wrong." Obi-Wan said aloud, and tossed a salad into Siri. "I would never do that."

"Me neither." Siri answered.

"But dop you know what I would do?" Obi-Wan asked her.

"What?"

"This!" and he hurled a Jell-O at Siri. It splattered all over her.

"Oh what the heck?" Obi-Wan said and pounced on Siri, kissing Jell-O off of her face.

Siri pushed him away for a second. "But I thought you said..."

"That was because of the pudding. I prefer Jell-O anyway, fortunately for you."

Siri laughed.

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Some time later, the food fight was finished, and the dining room was sparkling clean. The kids and Padmé's parents were in bed, and Yoda and Yaddle had retreated to the garden for a stroll.

Everyone had taken turns in the refreshers, taking good long showers.

Now, the house was almost silent, as Sola, Darred, Anakin, Padmé, Obi-Wan, and Siri enjoyed an evening on the patio, gazing at the stars.

A soft romantic tune floated through the air as Padmé snuggled into Anakin's arms.

Darred broke the silence. "Man, you guys sure know how to throw a party."

Padmé laughed. "Well, I'm just glad we didn't ruin the house."

Sola grinned. "Don't worry about a thing. You sure showed us a great time."

She got up and retrieved a bottle of blossom wine from a cabinet and poured glasses for everyone.

Sola and Darred got up and began dancing to the lulling sounds of the night and the music filling the air.

Siri and Obi-Wan followed suit.

Siri blushed as Obi-wan sent her a joyous smile, spinning her around. "You are a wonderful dancer, Tachi."

Siri replied. "Not as great as you, Obi."

Obi-Wan tried to reply, but all that came forth was a rather loud belch.

"Whoa! Excuse me, Siri!"

She giggled and came closer, grasping Obi-Wan's hands in hers. "Better out then in."

And she began to softly burp her ABCs.

The two chuckled softly as the song played on.

Anakin rose, and offered Padmé his arm. "May I have this dance, milady?"

Padmé finished her glass and smiled pleasantly at her husband. "Maybe."

Anakin eyed her. "Maybe? What's holding you back, darling?"

"Well, I am quite used to dancing in an extravagant gown, rather than my nightdress."

Anakin shook his head. "No matter, Angel. You look ravishing."

Padmé looked out at the night sky and shivered. "It's also getting chilly."

Anakin took her in his arms and twirled her. "Dancing will warm you up."

She stopped the spin and stood straight, looking him in the eye. "There is one more thing, Ani."

He rolled his eyes. "Talk about high-maintenance. What are you worried about now, love?"

Padmé gave him one of her most impish smile and asked. "Do you really dance like Shakira?"

Anakin's eyes widened, and he looked like he was going to get defensive, but then he laughed loudly. "Why, my dear Padmé, why would you ask such a question? Surely you didn't believe what Obi-Wan told you earlier?"

Padmé giggled. "Better safe than sorry, Ani."

Anakin smiled. "The answer to your question is no." Then he got a playful grin on his face and teased, "Would you like me to?"

"Force, Ani. No."

"And why not?"

"Because. It would be very amusing, but I...I couldn't possibly keep up."

Anakin looked at her strangely, and she cracked up laughing. He followed suit, and the laughing couple joined the others and danced until their feet ached.

There it is folks. What did you think?

I'm not telling what happens next, a surprise perhaps?

Oh, and the whole business about Anakin being like Obi-Wan may come into play later on. I assure you, it's a serious matter.

Why did comedian Anakin die? (begins sobbing)

Well, I hope you enjoyed that last bit. Just to clarify, Anakin does NOT dance like Shakira.

Anakin: Thanks, Arie. Imagine what would happen if the Holonet got a hold of that rumor.

Well, at least he doesn't in public.

Anakin: HEY!

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